Not the Story of Siti Nurbaya

Mission of Love (Part 1)

Syifa pushed the door of the room with her back. Stand guard while leaning behind the door. Subsequent to

he asked without waiting for an answer from Zikra.

“Let's bet, which one of us can win the love of Fatir or Zikra. Then for the one who wins

it is worth living together until death do us part. While for the loser, he had to leave Zikra for eternity,” so said Ayu this afternoon, still ringing in Syifa's ears. “I'm sure, Fatir will choose me. Because he still loves me so much. Or even bigger than before.”

Syifa grunted fretfully. His chest felt heavy as if he was crushed by a large rock remembering Ayu's words. Especially

seeing the affection of Ayu and Zikra that was deliberately created in front of him. Get to bed as soon as he stands. Take off his college bag, put it on a study chair. He rests his head on the head of the bed.

Syifa suddenly imagined a love story during her High School first. How beautiful that time was. The love returned from

Goslings. The handsome young man who had long since made her fall in love. He smiled happily as if it were still happening right now. However, her eyes are suddenly sad and watery, when Rima comes and manages to snatch Angga's love from her arms.

No different than that time. Now he almost experienced the same thing. Struggling to get the love of a

man. The difference is, he immediately gave up because there was no more opportunity. Now, he still has a chance. But refused to fight. Other than fearing heartache, his mind was only focused on finding

his family.

“I don't know what I should do.” he said his mind was soft.

Syifa wiped away her tears that fell on her cheeks.

“How can I win her heart if her love is not felt? I'm sure I'll be the saddest person,” he said desperately his voice was raucous and soft. Smiling as if laughing at his own defeat. “ basic losers!” the hardic. Closing his mouth tightly so that the sound of his soaking was not heard until it came out. Clear streams of water fell scattered from his eyes.

Zikra stood at the door of Syifa's room. His right hand had been clenching firmly about to knock. But done. Without a second thought he went straight into his room.

The sound of the rooster's rustling broke the silence of the morning. It was as if he was telling the whole town the dawn had broken. Echoes of the voice of Adzan Shubuh reverberated with shahdu. Call on all Muslims to do their duty.

After performing the Shajuh Syifa prayer, he immediately moved towards the kitchen. Cooking food for breakfast. At the same time Zikra had just returned from Sholta Shobuh congregating in Musholah near their home. Syifa was amazed to see the appearance of Zikra that was so religious. Wearing a white cocoa shirt combined with a sarong cloth, do not forget the black peci enthroned on his head.

Zikra smilingly realized that the young girl who had officially become his wife, yet still awkwardly was staring at him. He moved closer to her to test. The girl looked wrong.

"Would you like breakfast now?" syifa asked, "but I'm not done yet ..."

"Quiet down. I'm not hungry yet, but it's still early in the morning. So, relax." replied Zikra quickly without waiting for Syifa to finish her speech.

"Oh, thanksgivla!" Syifa breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let me help, yeah."

"No need. Anyway if you follow the cook, then your clothes will be dirty."

Zikra lowered her gaze. Seeing himself just realized he had not changed clothes.

"Well, I'll change my clothes, wait a minute."

Syifa's view followed Zikra's steps. Not long after, the young man coming out of his room had changed clothes. In a hurry he shifted his eyes so as not to be caught.

With a light hand Zikra helped Syifa. Almost all the kitchen work is done so quickly and agile. Until making Syifa just silent listening to everything.

"Taraaaamm .. is done ..." Zikra developed both of her hands with a happy hue. After you have finished putting all the food on the table.

Syifa clapped her hands slowly enthusiastically while smiling widely.

Zikra pulled a chair for Syifa to sit on. Then he sat down on the chair next to her. Ask the girl to taste it.

Syifa was amazed not to suspect the results of Zikra cuisine turned out to be very delicious. Even better than the dishes he cooked every day. But Zikra never protested. She really enjoyed whatever Syifa cooked for her.

Zikra springah's.

It's still morning. The sun was embarrassed to hide behind the clouds. Entering the beginning of the rainy season the sky often looks cloudy. Sometimes with light rain.

All the homework has been done Syifa with the help of Zikra. Something very rarely happens. Especially on a weekend like this. Syifa hardly ever had time with Zikra. Especially after becoming a training officer. A lot of time spent working. To the extent that his college got the impact. Sometimes he feels that he is between two options, college or work, which is his priority.

Syifa breathed a sigh of relief. Sit on the carpet in the living room. Zikra's motorcycle makes it a garage every night. Now let it function as it should after being parked in front of the house.

hehmm .. The world feels very comfortable today.

Syifa immediately folded her legs after Zikra came, then sat not far from where she was sitting.

"No papa, just throw it away again" Zikra said.

Syifa shook her head with an awkward little smile.

Both of them remained silent without speaking. Suddenly a sense of awkwardness was present in their midst. It's not the right time that they show up when they're together. Sometimes they exchanged glances and then shifted their eyes. The young couple looked confused as to where to start the conversation.

"You have a show today?" finally the sentence came out of Zikra's lips.

Syifa was shocked. Twirling his eyeballs while smacking his lips.

"Ehmm .. I don't think so," he said for a long time. "but yesterday I was taught the same path Pan ..."

The hue of Zikra's face changed instantly. It was as if he did not want the name to come out of Syifa's mouth. It seemed that Syifa was instantly aware.

"My other friends also nawarin I watch in the cinema, that is," he continued quickly. "yes ..."

"Oh." Zikra looked lethargic.

"Because they're watching each other's boyfriends or girlfriends, I'm not following along."

"Why?"

"Yes .. I don't have a girlfriend, let alone a boyfriend," he replied rather irritatedly.

"But you have a husband, right" Zikra argued successfully silenced Syifa. "why don't you ask your husband to walk or watch, so?" search hopefully.

Speechless syifa. His heart suddenly beat very fast. He was barely able to control his feelings when his pair of beads met Zikra's meaningful eyes.

"Ah, I .. I ..."

"Why? Are you ashamed of having my husband?"

"Bu-bu-not that." Syifa's hand shook the wind.

"Then?" zikra's eyes looked sharp ready to stab through Syifa's heart. The clean-skinned man slowly brought his face closer to the face of the girl sitting before him.

"A-a-a ..i ..."

"Seef .." cried Dio suddenly burst in. "Syifa and Zikra again what?"

Kontan Syifa and Zikra were shocked. Simultaneously look to the source of the voice.

The boy smiled broadly showing his toothless teeth.

"Hayooo, caught ... Syifa's sister and Zikra's sister are dating?" said the boy innocently chuckled amusedly.

Syifa suddenly remembered Ade, her youngest sister whom she had long missed. The boy had also done the same thing as Dio did at this time, when he was caught talking to Angga via video call. In order not to be caught by Mother, she immediately disconnected her phone connection. Then shut Ade's mouth so as not to scream. Eventually the boy managed to get him to pay tribute with a bar of his favorite chocolate.

Syifa was stunned from her daydreams as Zikra stood lifting Dio up into the air, until the boy was horrified in fear. But the sound of his laughter broke and the addiction wanted to be raised again. Zikra laughed cheerfully. Syifa was happy too.

"Udah is enough, will fall," Syifa's sergeant stood up.

Zikra dropped Dio on the floor. He asked the boy to sit on his lap. Syifa sat down at the original place.

"Well, is it really smart to talk about it? Who is teaching?" asked Zikra anxiously while pinching her cheeks softly.

"Siwi's sister," the boy replied innocently.

Zikra and Syifa exchanged astonished looks.

"No. Said Kak Siwi if there are girls with two boys together means dating again."

"Siwi really said that to Dio?" Syifa was curious.

"No. Dio Denger Kak Siwi said the same as his friend when he played at home yesterday."

Zikra tickled Dio's waist to wriggle his teeth.

"What's that?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Syifa gave a small smile looking at the behavior of a pair of men who were chatting in their own way.

"Kalo Kak Zikra and Kak Syifa dating kok Mama-Papanya Brother both not angry anyway? Sister Siwi was scolded by Mama yesterday."

"That's because Kak Siwi is still a child, still in school, so you can't go out with Mama" Zikra explained.

"So Zikra's sister Syifa is already big?"

"Udah dong."

"But Syifa is still in school. The proof is that Kak Syifa has many school books like Kak Siwi." protested Dio.

"Yes anyway. But Syifa went to Dio's college. While Kak Siwi is still Junior High" Syifa said trying to explain as simple as possible to the eight-year-old boy.

"Oh that?" Dio nodded his head as if to understand. "kalo Kak Syifa dating Kak Zikra kok live together? Kak Syifa's mother is not sought after with her mother did not return home? Dio aja often sought after Mama if not home."

Syifa took a long breath. He was confused to find the right sentence to answer all the curiosity of the boy.

"Syifa's sister is quiet?"

"Because Brother Syifa lives with Brother Zikra. As a result, Sis Syifa is not sought after with his mother," said Zikra replace Syifa.

"Maybe?"

"Can."

"Why?"

"Kok Dio asked a lot today?" syifa said back to tanya divert the conversation.

"Ah, Sister Syifa replied dong. Why?"

"That's because Brother Zikra is married to Sister Syifa" replied Zikra anxious as she looked around Dio's waist again.

"Marriage is it?" Dio frowned. "how can there be no wedding photos on the wall?" pointing to the wall of the living room that is still empty "said Mama, if you already have children. How come Syifa and Zikra have no children?"

Zikra and Syifa fell silent at Dio's last question. The two just look at each other.

Geez .. This is a very bad boy anyway? The more the question is answered, the more it is not exhausted. Thought Zikra to.

Syifa was watching Dio get anxious with her plain question. But what he is questioning is the real truth. The boy was very critical. Everything what he saw and heard was always questioned until he got an answer that satisfied him. No wonder his mother often complained tired of answering the boy's question to Syifa.

They had not yet answered Dio's question, Mama Dio came to pick the boy home.

Zikra went into his room. He looked at the folded paper on his desk. The list of love missions he had arranged with Bonang and Rifa'i yesterday. He grinned to read them one by one the writing on the list.

Suddenly his phone rang. Without waiting for long Zikra picked him up. There was a sound of Bonang across the street babbling. While he was just quietly listening.

Syifa slapped her body over the bed while opening one of the features on her phone screen. Today he is very relaxed. In addition to his college holidays, he is also enjoying his work holiday.

Zikra immediately changed clothes after her phone relationship with Bonang broke up. As per Bonang's suggestion on the phone earlier, he had to carry out his love mission to Syifa today. Although confused about where. As much as possible, he should move quickly. Before the girl decides to start something outside of her expectations.

Syifa's phone suddenly rang. He frowned in surprise, when he saw the name Zikra on the screen of his phone. He immediately picked up the phone and changed his position.

"Hello" he hesitated.

"Yes, hello." sahut from across there.

"You ..."

"Can you get out of the room now?"

"Huh? What's up?"

"Hurry out, you'll find out later" Zikra said.

Syifa did not understand but did what Zikra asked. He saw Zikra standing at the door of his room. Dress neatly in a jacket as if to go out. He had not had time to ask the handsome young man thrust a paper bag at him.

"What's this?"

"Yesterday I deliberately bought it for you," Zikra smiled. "now you wear it." turned Syifa's body to the door, then pushed her slowly into the room. He pulled the doorknob of Syifa's room.

Not long after that, the girl appeared from behind the door of her room. Zikra jumped to her feet stunned to see her girl now wearing the same clothes as her. His smile returned unswerving without caring for Syifa's confused expression.

"Since we've been together, we've never been anywhere. Even sitting in the seat of my motorbike, you almost never."

"Keep, what's the relationship with the shirt I'm wearing?"

Zikra unzipped her jacket. Show the cost used.

Syifa was shocked. Apparently they wear a couple shirt.

"I want today with us to wear this couple shirt, we both become lovers a day."

What's?!

"Maybe you feel strange, but this is my attempt to make us more familiar, and to get to know each other and understand each other. Because I don't want to be a stranger in my own house forever."

Syifa was silent.

"When you walk out of your bedroom door, we officially become lovers. Then when you get back into your room later that night, our relationship goes back to normal as usual."

Syifa was silent. Suddenly Ayu's voice says Syifa will not be able to take Zikra away from her. A sense of insecurity arose enveloping him. Doubt also covered his courage. He's drowning.

"Do you want us to date today?" zikra asked, extending her hand.

Syifa raised her head. His hand was raised to welcome Zikra's hand. But ...

Do I have to give up now? Or ....

Syifa looked into Zikra's eyes. It emanated a sincerity that without realizing it gave him courage. Her lips pulled a line of smiles. Welcoming Zikra's hands steady though slightly trembling.

Zikra held her hand tightly. Move out with a carefree heart. Not to forget the young man put on a jacket that turned out to be a couple as well on his girl.

Before riding on a motorcycle Zikra put a helmet on Syifa. As usual a pair of beads their eyes met. The two seemed to enjoy the gaze, despite the fact that Syifa was still shy.

Zikra's motorcycle sped away from his yard.

The still awkward Syifa did not want to hug Zikra's waist. He chose the iron at the end of the motorcycle seat as the handle. But Zikra did not allow it. The young man immediately pulled Syifa left arm with his left hand.

"Hold me so you don't fall" she said, wrapping Syifa's arm around her waist.

Without refuting Syifa brought her body closer in order to embrace Zikra's waist.

Zikra smiled widely.

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